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[ At long last, the day has arrived. One they've both been waiting and wanting for since they first met. A day that would truly go down in history! ... In their delusions. But of course it was important! It was Morgana McCawber and Drake Mallard's first date! Morgana wasn't nervous at all!

... Is something a liar would say, because Morgana was actually VERYVERYVERY nervous. This was the first step towards a serious relationship! She'd given up her life of crime to be with him! Now she had to do everything in her power to not screw this up, she had to be normal! Problem was... she had no idea what "normal" meant. Maybe she was over-thinking this. Maybe she was under-thinking this!

But being a seasoned rock-star, and former villainess, she knew how to hide her emotions and shove that down into a bottle deep within her chest. On the outside, she appeared cool and calm, like this night was no big deal at all. She waited outside her usual hang-out, the abandoned theater, about fifteen minutes earlier than they'd agreed to meet. No nervous woman here, no sir!

And she made sure to dress normal too. This is something normal mortal women wear on the first date, right? Sure it is!

... Maybe she was a little nervous. She began to hum a tune to try and settle those nerves as she waited for him. ]

Hmmm mm mm... Hmmm mm mm...

lifesa_witch

The Spell twins had rarely been told "no" their entire lives, even to one another. If, by rare happenstance, one got a "no", the other would do all in their power to make it a yes. As a result, when they landed on Scottish soil during an on-and-off rainy day, they weren't expecting any obstacles in the way of what they wanted. Everyone had a price, and this lucky man would have the fortune of working for them. It was a win-win.

Still, they did have some sense to them. After all, there was a reason they needed a mage in the first place. Getting this wealthy had a price tag few knew about it, which was the enemies attached to it. So they had booked their flight and subsequent travels under false identities, even lying to their own employees about where they were going. Very few people knew where they really were and what they were actually doing.

At last, with the rain picking up again, they arrived at Castle McDuck. Poe opened up his umbrella to hold it over his sister. "How... quaint."

"I was expecting something more elaborate. Maybe something out of a fairy tale."

Poe chuckled. "Not to worry, sister dear. You won't have to kiss any frogs to get our prince out of there."

Magica rolled her eyes. "If you could stop treating me like a child for a solid minute... how are we supposed to get his attention from within? I don't exactly see any doorbells to ring, and this... entrance is so huge, I doubt they'd hear us knocking."

"Fair question." Poe lightly rapped his knuckles on the door anyway. "But we'll figure something out. We always do."

lovebites_sodoi

[ Ah, Christmastime. A time of merriment, of wishes coming true, and all that other nonsense children's specials yammer on about. Unfortunately, villainy never takes a holiday! In St. Canard's largest mall, two villains are taking over tinsel-town, but one of them isn't aware of the other. Morgana and the Ghoulies crashed a choir contest, and are now taking to the stores to rock and rob.

As usual, Morgana strikes out on her own, because she doesn't need her band-mates holding her back! ... And also because she wants to see if she can grab a quick gift for Drake Mallard. But what do you get for the man who has everything? Still oblivious that the man in the shadowy disguise and the adorable father of the year were one and the same, Morgana skated down an escalator, never noticing the unusual amounts of greenery here and there in the shopping insanity. ]

Outta the way! Rockstar, coming through! And there sure won't be a Silent Night!

sos_pilot

[Morgana]

[ While Morgana still didn't really think herself as a hero, she was still actively trying to be a Good Person. It wasn't easy, and it was often a struggle not to fall into bad habits, but she was trying her best. Having Darkwing, Gosalyn, and Launchpad's support was wonderful, but she wanted her circle to get even bigger. And what better way to make your boyfriend proud of you than by being friends with his friends? And a perfect opportunity had arrived to seek Fenton out!

During her last concert, Morgana had... gotten a little too into her music, let's say, and it wound up with her speakers exploding. While she knew the ins and outs of her own guitar, her forte was magic, not mechanics. And surely the genius inventor Fenton (as Drake had described!) would know how to fix her equipment! And maybe make it better than ever!

Alas, monster society and mortal society tended to differ when it came to certain social norms. For example, a mortal would think to politely knock at that person's front door, or ask a friend for their number. But monsters were pretty much used to hanging outside of people's windows and knocking on the glass to ask for permission to enter. ~~Not that she needed permission because she was a vampire or anything. A-hem~~.]

[Della]

[ Della tended to avoid Gyro's laboratory, mostly to... avoid Gyro. But he was away for a week for his own nerd reasons, but he'd also taken along Little Bulb and Manny, which meant most of the daily grunt work was left to Fenton. Days ago, Della had happily volunteered to help Fenton in whatever he needed. But since that day, something had happened. Something that had completely soured Della's mood.

So while she kept her word, carrying this and that around the lab, cleaning up, doing whatever Fenton asked, she did so with an annoyed expression on her face. Every so often, she could be heard muttering something. ]

Razza frazza Darkwing... razza frazza braggart... razza frazza incredibly hot rock-star monster girlfriend...

sos_pilot

[ It was a rare occasion when Della wasn't with the family when they went adventuring, but the ~~Sunchaser~~ CLOUDYSLAYER needed repairs and Launchpad was (thankfully) busy driving Scrooge and the kids to their latest trauma-inducing memory.

Still, she wasn't complaining - getting down to the nitty gritty of her beloved plane was a favorite pastime! She had a cooler of Pep at her side for breaks, a small radio jamming 90's hits, and nobody to bother her and her precious plane. Yep, this was a pretty good day! No reason for it to be ruined!

Inside the cockpit, Della was waist-deep in mechanics and wires, humming along to the latest song. Life was good. ]

To stand out! Above the crowd! Even if I gotta shout out loud~!

flapsin

[For Morgana]

[Drake's quest to find answers about the missing Professor Waddlemeyer was full of dead ends. He had made no progress, and he felt bad about the effect that had on Gosalyn. She was still her normal chipper self most of the time, but he had learned to see the cracks in that. And he wanted to do everything he could to help her feel better until he could reunite her with her real family.

These days, it seems the thing she got most excited for was a band. To Drake's relief, it's not like other music of the youths which register just as noise for him. This actually sounds like the kind of thing he'd listen to in high school! And the singing is just great... but this is about Gosalyn! In a spot of bad timing, Gosalyn's fallen sick while the band's has come to St. Canard for a concert. And so Drake's claimed to be out for a night of quiet patrolling while Launchpad tends to the sick kid, but in actuality he's doing something as Drake Mallard. If she can't attend the concert, maybe he can at least get an autograph for her or something. Maybe that will raise her spirits!

And so, Drake Mallard sneaks around backstage at the concert, for any sign of mysterious melodist...]

[For Della]

[It was a long night of fighting crime in Avalon for one Darkwing Duck. Some sort of magical monsters were on the loose, and he didn't get out of it without a comical number of bruises on his head. He was also left somewhat disoriented...

So when he slinked back home in the wee hours of the morning and tried to clamber into his bedroom through the window, he did not realize that he was going through the completely wrong window, into the room of the one person who didn't yet know his secret!]

lifesa_witch

"She used her dark magics on my husband, and now he sees her shadow in the mirror every night!"
"He killed an entire farm-hands livestock, all for his own twisted amusement."
"They have a garden full of statues that were once children, now frozen in time forever..."

As Scrooge McDuck - world's richest duck, famed adventurer, and also expert monster hunter - continued his research into the "mages of the mountain", he found each new rumor was more outlandish than the last. Sure, there were a few things that were consistent - the two were twins, beautiful in their own way, and fiercely loyal to one another - but after that, each new round of gossip could make them sound like petulant children or gods themselves. Whatever troubles the villagers were having, be it bad weather or failing crops, it was surely the fault of the De Spell family.

And yes, perhaps the manor of the twins - lofted right into the side of the highest hill, with decaying greenery entwined all around the massive stone steps - was a little something out of a gothic horror novel. Dark colors, eerie structure, and maybe a cracked gargoyle or two. The cry of a raven could be found in the distance. But if these twins were as powerful as so whispered, why couldn't they afford to fix the twisted rafters from the windows, or cover the drafts from moldy holes? The land itself was probably pricey property, and many would pay handsomely for it... if some particular vermin was exterminated.

lifesa_witch

Perhaps if it was only rain, the bookkeeper would have tried to continue on his path to the nearest village, even though it was still a good two days away. But the harsh wind and the biting chill would all but force the young man to walk towards the last place he wanted to be. After all, the decaying old castle looked like the sort of setting one would use when telling a spooky story to frightened children.

But even with broken windows, old stone bricks falling off ancient walls, and the eerie feeling that something had their eye on him... what choice did he have? Maybe the scuffling he'd hear was merely the scurrying of rats feet. Maybe the shadows that flickered off in the distance was merely a raven settling in for the night.

This place hadn't been on the map. No one warned him about it. Yet here the castle sat, abandoned for who knew how long.

So why were the candles lit...?

lifesa_witch

The plan seemed simple - perhaps too simple, but then, these were simple ducks.

The Sultan was well known for many things, but as far as the nefarious twins were concerned, the only important things to know about the wise and respected Sultan was that he was 1) rich and 2) alone. No one knew for sure why he'd never taken a wife, a concubine, or a harem. But he was getting up there in years, and surely he longed for the pleasures of the flesh. What man didn't?

And there could be no one more pleasurable than the Spell twins!

Poe was the one to memorize the Sultan's walks and pathways, whereas Magica laid the foundation of the trap in the marketplace. On one bright, humid day, the plan was set into motion.

"Dirty little street rat!"

The sound of a slap pierced through the normally busy marketplace. A young maiden fell to the ground, clutching her sore cheek, and her identical brother was there within seconds to hold and console her. An older man ranted and berated at them, shaking his knife at them, calling them every name under the same... as Magica knew he would.

In any other circumstance, Magica would have defended herself, and Poe would have hacked at the remains. But the play for the day? A pair of helpless, sniveling, yet incredibly beautiful victims. Woe is them. whoever could save them now?

lifesa_witch

It's not as the ranch never got rich clients before - but what would come upon their humble abode this day was a few steps higher than mere "rich". The two that exited the limo were in a league all their own.

"I don't know about this."
"Look, it's got five stars from all the best rating sites. And you said you wanted to be with some animals."
"Doesn't mean I want to live in a zoo."
"None of that now. Let's give these people a nice little opportunity to better themselves with our presence... smile, darling."

With that, a pair of twins headed up to the front desk, their exhausted chauffer carrying way more bags than the human arm could really shoulder. One would think the two were moving in instead of crashing for the weekend.

nevermore_a_duck

It seemed that when it came to the life of one Donald Duck, his bad luck didn't just make his life go wrong : it made it go worse, and worse, and worse, going deeper and further than he ever would have thought possible. Then again, who could have seen him becoming an essential sex slave to an insane sorceress? Not that anyone would actually call it that... although everyone who knew about it certainly thought it.

But of course, this still wouldn't be the lowest point Donald's luck would bring him. There was always further down to go when it came to hell.

The "little romantic hideaway", as Magica called it, was of course in the deepest, darkest, most hidden spot of the city - beneath twisted trees and over bubbly swap, making sure no one wandered in there by accident. As a testament to Magica's raging narcissism, of course the large dark castle was shaped like her head. Subtlety was never her strong point.

For once, the grand entrance to this so-called palace was closed. Not locked, just not open. Usually when Donald arrived, it was already open and waiting for him. (Much like Magica herself.) This would be the first of many oddities that day.

scrooge_mcduck108

Yes, Scrooge McDuck loved being king. In his younger years he had been a fearless knight, always fighting on the front lines despite his status as a prince. But after his father Fergus died, he had taken on the role of king with flying colours. He had always had a nose for business and treasure and so the economy of his small kingdom flourished.

Nevertheless, he did not miss the opportunity to take a break from time to time. Today, too, he roamed alone through the forest. After all, a king had to know his kingdom.

He was surprised when he came to a hut that had been abandoned for a long time, but now it looked renovated and smoke was coming out of the chimney. Someone had moved in since his last tour. Strange, so completely lonely in the forest. Curious, he crept closer but made sure the bushes hid him. Who knew who had moved in there.

Suddenly he heard a soft song that seemed to come from behind the hut. The language was neither English nor Gaelic, but as he got closer he realised it was Italian. He peered around the corner of the house and suddenly his heart was beatin incredibly fast.

Behind the hut was a small garden and in the middle of it a figure was crouching, harvesting herbs while singing to herself. It was a woman about his age, unknown to him. But what she lacked in youth she made up for in beauty. Her hair was raven black and shone like silk in the sun that shone through the trees. When she turned her head he saw that her eyes were also deep black. He was enchanted.

Immediately he felt the desire to know everything about her. But for the time being, he stood transfixed and listened to her song.

nevermore_a_duck

This hadn't been the best plan, but for Poe De Spell, it was the only plan he had. He'd lost track of how long it'd been since that fateful day he ran away in the middle of the night, in a desperate escape to get away from his parent's clutches. The arranged marriage had been the straw that broke the camel's back.

What a sight he must be now, he mused. The high-class fashion he was once so proud of was basically in tatters. He had long since run out of the money he could use - he didn't bring his credit cards, that would have made for easy tracking. Anything he had managed to take had now been sold just so he could eat and maybe find a roof to sleep under, but even that wasn't made to be forever.

Where did one find work when your grades were bribed to As? Who did you trust, when his parents had a bounty on his head?

He did keep his phone, but it was off. If he turned it on, his parents would find him. But it was a last chance deal - if truly all else failed, he'd use it. He prayed it never came to that. Even if it meant selling the last thing he had - himself.

He sat on the side of the road, ignoring his stomach growling for the umpteenth time, eyes distant and not really staring at anything.

lifesa_witch

Their clothes still smelled like ash. Both children had wanted to bathe - if they understood what irony was, they would have noted on how they used to hate taking them before - to great rid of it, but Poe insisted they had to keep moving. Even though their feet ached and their stomachs growled and they were cold, they had to keep moving. Who knew when the Bad People would catch up to them? It had been days (they assumed) but they couldn't be sure.

But when Magica whined she really needed to stop, Poe finally relented. But only for a little while.

Magica sat under a tree, hugging her knees, while Poe kept watch. He was convinced, any second now, some hideous thing would pop out and try to eat them whole. Well, let them try. He'd protect his sister. His magic wasn't strong, but it was something. He'd die before he let his last living family come to harm.

Magica rubbed her eyes. When was the last time she slept? She couldn't be sure. And she was so hungry. How long would they have to live like this?

blackmagicduck

Magica was genuinely happy - not the malicious smirk of making her enemies suffer, nor the lustful glee of a good night in Scrooge's arms - no, what was on Magica's face this evening was of pure happiness. And why shouldn't she be? The one person nearest and dearest to her heart was finally coming home. The moment she'd gotten the notice - via a letter tied around a raven's leg - she ordered the most lavish celebration the coven could create for his arrival. All the best wines were to be brought up, the fattest pigs slaughtered...

The entire castle was gathered in the throne room - slaves, witches, warlocks, relatives and minions, all were to be there for the return of the second head of the coven. The moment the doors opened, the music played, and everyone else fell to their knees in worship.

Funny enough, the man in question didn't appear to give a damn about what was going on.

Sure, he was smiling, but he wasn't acknowledging anyone he walked by, no matter how loudly they called his name and praised his safe return. As far as Lord Poe De Spell was concerned, there was only one other person in the room - his dear sister.

Once Poe arrived at the base of the thrones, he put an arm to his stomach and bowed graciously. Magica in turn placed a hand on her dress for a simple, quick curtsy. "It is good to see you home safe and sound, Poe."

"It's good to be home, Magica." He raised his head. "The conquest of the southern territories was a complete success. They shan't be giving us anymore trouble."

With the formalities over with, Magica suddenly ran into Poe's arms, and he held her as tightly possible.

blackmagicduck

"Please!"

Magica had never used that word in her life. Then again, why would she? De Spells didn't beg, or even ask. They took whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. When you had all that power, nothing stood in your way.

But all that power and pride meant absolutely nothing in this moment. Poe - now not only in the form of a raven but with the small brain of it to boot - was sitting on their former throne, mere feet away from flying away. Her heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in her ears. She couldn't even think straight enough to fire a spell to cage him or just stop him.

There was only one thing stand in the way of losing her brother forever, and that was the man she just tried to kill.

"Help! He's flying away!"

This couldn't be happening. Poe was all he had left. Poe was the only thing she truly gave a damn about. She would gladly give over every single coin, jewel, and ounce of magic she had -

"I'll give you anything! My power, my throne, everything!"

- if she could keep the one thing that mattered in this world.

"JUST HELP ME SAVE HIM!"

lifesa_witch

Brigitta meant well. Magica had to repeat that mantra to herself over and over as she pulled the hood more over her face, readjusting her sunglasses. Brigitta really did mean well... but did she really think a simple stay at some ranch would lift Magica's spirits after all that happened? That it would erase the devastation her parents gave her, the fear she had every time she was in public, the panic of a new job, the loneliness of moving to a new place? It was incredibly unlikely... but Brigitta also had a hard time accepting the word "no". She'd keep agitating Magica no matter what.

So in all honesty, Magica was only there to shut Brigitta up. She'd stay a day, maybe two, and then retreat back into her hole. The bus began to pull to a stop, and Magica got up, clutching her small suitcase tight. Right now, she just hoped no one recognized her.

Without making a sound, she walked off the bus, and began the slow, steady uphill walk to the ranch. It did look nice, at least. Perhaps if Magica was in a better state of mine... or, she thought, if she was anyone but herself, she could appreciate it more. It was wasted on her.

At least she came at a good time, it seemed, for there weren't too many people around as she approached the front desk. She cleared her throat. "Excuse me... I'm here to check in."

lifesa_witch

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and right now, Magica De Spell was desperate. There was still no guarantee this would work, but she'd never forgive herself if she didn't try. Of course, the more frightening aspect was this actually working... and actually having to pay the piper, so to speak.

But in addition to being desperate, Magica was also arrogant. If souls did exist, she'd find a way to keep hers. She'd find a way out - but she couldn't afford to waste anymore time dawdling about it. The moon would only be in perfect alignment with the planets and stars for so long - and she could only stay away from her wretched kin for so long. The time was now.

The candles were lit, the sigils drawn, the prayers made - now the final ingredient was the sacrifice. According to the crumbling parchment, this would take a lot of blood. If she wasn't careful, she could die of blood loss... but, considering the future her parents had in store for her, dying might've been the better option. So, win-win.

With a great, shuddering breath, she drew the knife to her arm and made the cut, dripping blood onto the sigil. It hurt like hell, but she bit down on her tongue to hold back any pathetic cries. The time for weakness had passed.

"I summon thee, from hell and flame,
Duty bound, yet cannot be tamed,
Hear my call, hear my plea,
I offer myself - now come to me!"

sos_pilot

The rocket-ship had landed perfectly - she couldn't have asked for a better spot. Almost overblown with glee, Della raced towards the familiar mansion, jumping into the gates (and being swiftly reminded about earth's gravity.)

Once she made it to the front door, she began to practice her lines. How did one greet the family she hadn't seen in ten years? Casual? Heartfelt? Hip? She knew in the end it didn't really matter - they'd be happy to see her, she'd be happy to see them, lots of tears, lots of hugs. It was time to really start over as a family, all of them together. How much would Scrooge and Donald changed since she was gone? ... Then again, Scrooge hadn't really changed from when she was a child to her adult years, so he was probably the same loveable greedy coot.

No time like the present, for the world's best present - herself! (Was Scrooge still Anti-Santa? So many things to ask.)

She rang the doorbell three times, then knocked on the door with both hands, biting down on her tongue to keep from yelling.

She was home!

princesswhatshername

It wasn't as if Minnie had intentionally gone through with this with the idea she'd do it alone, but after the first couple of people she asked for help seemed appalled and aghast at the very notion of what she was doing, she gave up and decided she'd go at it herself.

Although, to be fair, months ago she would have been appalled and aghast herself at the notion. Giving away things from the castle? It was unheard of. But that had definitely been Scrooge McDuck's influence, which not everyone approved of. One of the things Minnie had learned from him was the usefulness, and connected to it the uselessness, of certain material items. If she didn't need them, nor did any of the servants, why not hand it to someone less fortunate? (At least Scrooge had finally convinced her to stop calling them "commoners". Now that had been a struggle.)

It was a lovely day outside, so instead of being cooped up, Minnie brought the - rather heavy - trunk outside to rifle and check through, with paper and ink quill in hand. All employees of the palace were free to come and go in her gardens, so she wouldn't have minded any company.

Currently, she was finishing folding away some very unique, and sparkly, dresses that she could tell would never fit her. "Mm-hmm." She said out loud, jotting something down. "Away that goes."

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lovebites_sodoi - So this is love/ Mmm / So this is love / So this is what makes life divine (Morgana x Drake)
lifesa_witch - Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie / If you put me to the test, if you let me try (ot3)
lovebites_sodoi - It brings out the best in most everyone / But it brings out the devil in me (DW x Morgana)
sos_pilot - [Fenton & Morgana] + [Fenton & Della] = Fenton's Life Continues To Get Weirder
sos_pilot - [Della & Darkwing] the dating disaster duo
flapsin - Two Darkwing Duck Adventures for the Post of One!
lifesa_witch - toss a coin to your witcher (dumb duck trio)
lifesa_witch - He's got fangs, razor sharp ones / Massive paws, killer claws for the feast (dumb duck trio)
lifesa_witch - You are lost in the trance / Of another Arabian night (dumb duck trio)
lifesa_witch - save a horse ride a cowboy / magica x poe x scrooge
nevermore_a_duck - baby i'm preying on you tonight / hunt you down eat you alive ( magica x donald x poe)
scrooge_mcduck108 - Auld Lang Syne - Drakepad/Dimeshipping
nevermore_a_duck - he's down on his luck / he's down on his knees (scrooge x poe)
lifesa_witch - So are we still trying? / Or simply surviving? (magica x scrooge x poe)
blackmagicduck - reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)
blackmagicduck - If I had only known / 'd never hear your voice again (scrooge x magica)
lifesa_witch - He like a knight in shining armour with them blue jeans on (scrooge x magica)
lifesa_witch - Never tasted as sweet / A poison as you have (scrooge x magica)
sos_pilot - What else should I be? All apologies What else could I say? (scrooge and della)
princesswhatshername - And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon... (scrooge and minnie)

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Entries tagged with closed psl

So this is love/ Mmm / So this is love / So this is what makes life divine (Morgana x Drake)

Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie / If you put me to the test, if you let me try (ot3)

It brings out the best in most everyone / But it brings out the devil in me (DW x Morgana)

[Fenton & Morgana] + [Fenton & Della] = Fenton's Life Continues To Get Weirder

[Della & Darkwing] the dating disaster duo

Two Darkwing Duck Adventures for the Post of One!

toss a coin to your witcher (dumb duck trio)

He's got fangs, razor sharp ones / Massive paws, killer claws for the feast (dumb duck trio)

You are lost in the trance / Of another Arabian night (dumb duck trio)

save a horse ride a cowboy / magica x poe x scrooge

baby i'm preying on you tonight / hunt you down eat you alive ( magica x donald x poe)

Auld Lang Syne - Drakepad/Dimeshipping

he's down on his luck / he's down on his knees (scrooge x poe)

So are we still trying? / Or simply surviving? (magica x scrooge x poe)

reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)

If I had only known / 'd never hear your voice again (scrooge x magica)

He like a knight in shining armour with them blue jeans on (scrooge x magica)

Never tasted as sweet / A poison as you have (scrooge x magica)

What else should I be? All apologies What else could I say? (scrooge and della)

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon... (scrooge and minnie)

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